Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

“Lover, don’t blame me. I’m trying!” She pointed at her belly. “If this one isn’t a boy, you’re shit out of luck.”

“It’s a boy,” Train declared confidently, bending down to place a kiss on her stomach.

She ran her fingers lovingly through his hair, whispering, “From your lips to God’s ear.”

Sometime in the future…

The sound of the party taking place outside of the club was muted when he shut the door behind him. Going to the refrigerator, he pulled out another six-pack of beer, setting it down on the counter. Taking one out, he opened the bottle, his eyes catching the portrait hanging on the wall.

The large picture showed the founding members of The Last Riders. His eyes caught on the dark-eyed, somber man with the chain hanging down the side of his leg. He felt the same chain brush the side of his own leg when he turned toward the door.

“What’s taking so long, Clash?” a sultry voice asked. “Brick is looking for you.”

“Nothing.” Clash turned back to the picture, tilting his beer bottle in salute before taking a drink then grabbing the six-pack to leave. “I’m coming.”